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Rant Of The Moment

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Friday, June 17, 2005

Airport Art

It's cold as a tomb in this dismal little roomAirport art on the wallsHow many strangers have slept in this bedThis pillow's seen how many headsThree million people in this city not one as a friend can I callIt smells like deisel fumes everywhereThe walls are all scrawled with scarsSo many things that you can do So many places to fallEveryone's hurrying to be somewhere elseSo busy dying to liveWhere are we off to going so fastIsn't there anyewhere we can just stay?